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Somala, who had expended his last shot, not on himself, was laying about him vigorously with his ataghan.

Cherry blossom breathing sweet Whispered o'er the dim blue street Where with fierce uncertain feet Tawny pirates walk: All in belts and baggy blouses, Out of dreadful opium houses, Out of dens where Death carouses, Horribly they stalk; Girt with ataghan and dagger, Right across the road they swagger.

P. 59, ATAGHAN, originally 'ATAGAN'; 'Yatagan' amended to Yataghan.

One hand is on his pistol, On its ornamented stock, While his finger feels the trigger And is busy with the lock— The other seeks his ataghan, And clasps its jewell'd hilt— Oh! much of gore in days of yore That crooked blade has spilt!

Well may he swear his ataghan Shall rout the traitor swarm, And carve them into Arabesques That show no human form— The blame be theirs, whose bloody feuds Invite the savage Moor, And tempt him with the ancient Key To seek the ancient door!